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On Friday, the baby brought home some classwork and I forgot to check his folder for it. This morning, right before rushing him out the door, I glanced at the sentences that he wrote and started cracking up. Behold, selections from “My Writing Journal #12” by my son, the maniac:

My favorite song is we will we will rock you. Is my favorite song becus it is the best. It reley rockx. I reley like lierix.

I hit the pinata and I get candy. My favorite candy is choulite. (I’m guessing this is “chocolate.”) My pinata is cool. I love my pinata. My pinata is a t-rex face.

If I had one million dollars I would by a hot tub. I would by a manchun. I would get one million more. So me i could be rich. I love money.

I shopped all day for chikin. Chikin is soo good. mmm! Oh ya!

Five white things are me. Papper. Showman. glue. Marshmello.

I showed the husband and we were nearly in tears. All day I’ve been saying, “Mmm, chicken. I’m white.”

Also, I think I’m going to write a parenting book based around this tip that I offer to you from my own experience: If your child is in some kind of tizzy and is coming at you giggling maniacally and flailing? Just stiff-arm him.

Hey! I have an actual post that I’m working on, but it’s the first day of classes so I’m a little frazzled. In the meantime, delurk in honor of Delurking Day, why dontcha? If you’re new here and haven’t introduced yourself or if you’ve been reading for awhile and just haven’t gotten around to it, I’d love to hear from you.

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Aw, yeah. I know how to make a date, no? Thought I’m quite concerned that the film contains “language.” I would prefer just grunting and blood. In 3D. No need for all that talking and plot and shit.

Also, because it needs to be said…

VICTORY TORTE! HERE WE GO STEELERS HERE WE GO!

As for Baltimore:

I seriously can not get over this shit.

I’m feeling like Sophia from The Color Purple…wanna go somewhere. Can’t.

Wanna blog something. Passed out.

There are other forces keeping me from you, internet. Last night while dinner was cooking, I announced that I was going upstairs to post to MY blog, since the husband has been happily updating his all week. I flopped on my bed, opened my laptop…and of course the wireless was not working. So I said fuck it.

I’m pretty sure I’m in the midst of my annual, winter “hibernation-lite” mode. Sleeping is just so awesome. I swear, right before I pass out at night, I go, “Yay!” While we were on vacation, the husband and I got to sleep in a king-sized bed with an awesome (and very firm) mattress. I slept so soundly the whole time we were there. Our mattress at home is nice and firm, but is only a full-size, and this causes some strife. Mostly because I sleep in a position that could be described as…eh…Exaggerated Fetal.

The other night, I was already well into dreamland and sprawled out when the husband came to bed. The next day, the husband told me that he complained to me about my dominance of the sleeping area. And you know what I said to him? “I’ll move.” Like, totally asleep and dismissive and of course I didn’t actually mean what I said.

But that pretty much brings you up to date on me. I’m trying to play catch up at work this week before classes start back up on Monday. It took me three days to open my mail and go through email. So…yeah.

My dad started chemo on Monday and so far that seems to be going pretty well. He called to tell me he was starting on Monday on New Year’s Eve, while I was goofing off with Tracey and really in no condition to talk about things like cancer. I tried to play it straight and I think I did pretty well. But I was all: